I Want to Rage

I want to pound my fists in staccato rhythm and shake the foundations.

For too long, the loud have won.

For too long, the wrong have figured out how to be the loudest.

The proverbial ‘Squeaky Wheel’ gets the grease…

…whether it deserves it or not.

Sometimes the wheel squeaks, not because it needs grease, but because it is broken and needs to be replaced.

A man ranted online to his millions of followers with many factual data errors to support his

broken argument…of thinly-guised hate.

When I pointed it out, the reply was:

But, he’s passionate about his beliefs. You have to respect that.

No. I don’t.

Fuck that.

Fuck him.

I don’t have to respect anyone because they are passionate.

Being passionate does not mean you are right.

It just means you are willing to fight for something.

Even.

If.

It’s.

Wrong.

The amount of passionate despots this world has seen is legion.

And all it took was for people to convince themselves that because this person was so aggressive in their beliefs, charismatic in their presence, eloquent in their rapid-fire high-pressure delivery, that they MUST be right.

That has to stop. Stop being polite when someone says ‘homie’ or ‘darky’ or God forbid ‘nigger’ under their breath, assuming that you are part of…

THEIR team.

No. You shut that down. You stop it. You say something right then and there. It can be done.

Thank you. I’m not going to lie, putting this out there has been a bit nerve wracking. But, it’s something I feel needs to be addressed. Will I change the world? Probably not. But, I’m doing the best to change the little bit I reside in. Every little bit helps…